Wed, 31 Oct 2007

The USPTO fails to protect US citizens against theft by unethical
patentors of existing or obvious ideas.

People who don't like markets love to talk about "market
failure". I wish they were as quick to recognize government
failures. If the government isn't supposed to protect us from crooks,
what are they supposed to do? In this case, the government
is enabling crimes rather than preventing them. An absence of a
patent system would be better than what we have now.

Tue, 30 Oct 2007

Here's an interesting article found by my friend and railroad historian Richard
Palmer, entitled
When
Salt Was A Substitute for Money. Of course, as I've written earlier,
money isn't
necessarily coins and bills. Money is always that commodity which people
freely trade, knowing that other people will accept it in further trade.
People will fluidly switch their idea of "money" from coins and bills to
salt, or cigarettes, or stones, or beads, or whatever commodity is most
widely accepted. So contrary to the title of the article, salt wasn't a
substitute for money. Salt was, for a time, money.

Mon, 29 Oct 2007

Three people walk into a bar: a financier, a businessman and an
economist. The businessman says that a minimum
wage hike is bad because they couldn't afford to pay their workers
any more and stay in business. The financier says that it distorts
the market and causes them to move investments to socially-disoptimal
areas. The economist disagrees with them both because they're arguing
for their own interests. The economist says the hike is bad because a
minimum wage only makes low-wage workers better-off if the demand
curve is vertical -- as unlikely as a frictionless surface or a
universal solvent.

Sun, 28 Oct 2007

So on fairly short notice, I got invited to a WF360 event called the "360 Summit",
held on the trading floor of the NYSE. I thought "hmmm... interesting
people, interesting place, good food, how can you go wrong?" There
was a bit of uncertainty over the security vetting ... something about
being unexpectedly a person short. But all was settled and my
invitation was approved.

So I drove down on Wednesday night and stayed with my buddy Eli Dow
aka aim://judas0riley (a reference to a Smashing Pumpkins album)
in Poughkeepsie,
NY. That's significantly the northern end of Metro North, which
has an hourly 97 minute run into New York City. Since I can sleep on
Eli's floor for the stunning price of "free", the $25.50 fare into the
city seems cheap by comparison.

The 360 Summit didn't start until 6PM (be there at 5:45 to get
through security the infosheet said, but more on that later), so no
hurry to get into the city. I went for a ride
on the future Dutchess
Rail Trail. It's the former Maybrook line, and connected to the
bridge over the Hudson River at Poughkeepsie. Finished that about
noon, missed the 12:10 train, got the 13:10 train and with a little delay
got into the city by 3PM.

Wandered around Chinatown and up Canal Street to Broadway, then
down Broadway to Wall Street. You know, Heere, at
the Wall, right outside Trinity Church. Went down Wall Street to
Broad Street, which is the actual location of the NYSE. At 5:30 they
said I was a little early, but come back in 15 and I could get in.
Went down to see the Charging Bull,
which was moved from Wall Street to Broadway shortly after its
unauthorized placement (but I wonder where is the sculpture of the
Crashing Bear). Came back at 5:45 and was asked to wait with the
others. We all waited, and waited and finally self-organized into an
outdoor 360 Summit, chatting each other up. Why wait? So I met
Thomas Carroll and Rich, of whose last name I do not remember. Thomas
works for RR Donnelley, so I told him my father's RB Donnelly
story.

Shortly we had our photo ids checked against the guest list, and we
went through security. At least, most people sailed through security.
I had brought my Chordite keyboard which
looks a little homemade because it is homemade. Even Isabel got tired of waiting for
me, and she's the one who arranged for my invitation! So I sent her
on to the trading floor and the waiting cocktails.

Met Linda Bolliger, CEO of BoardroomBound, which does
corporate board training. Also met Tom Guarriello, Chief Idea Officer
of True Talk (a blogger like
myself). He was wandering around eyeing all the screens with
amazement, as was I. We ended up at the same table after being called
to dinner.

My table, the Bon Mot Masters, consisted of myself, Candace Kendle,
Tom Guarriello, Laura Scott, Joanna Lau, Lorraine Segil, Mark Morris,
Hamed Al-Hamdan, and a woman whose name I failed to record. The
tragedy of an event like this is "so many interesting people, so
little time." I got to speak at length with Candace, Laura, and
Joanna because they were seated close to me, but with Lorraine, Mark
and Hamed I only shared a few words.

Candace was interested in why I blog. It's mostly to share
interesting things, like my Chordite design, bicycling, railroads, and
open source. I also vent about people's lack of understanding of
economics. This isn't the economics about which economists disagree
-- of which many jokes have been made. No, this is the economics on
which economists agree strongly and yet the general population is
ignorant of. Things like free trade, and minimum wages (there should
be none).

Joanna was fascinated by the Chordite. We ended up passing it
around the table so everyone could see how it works. It has the usual
problem of really only fitting one person's hand well. It's a
problem, but I'm going to try a new solution for the next two
keyboards I make.

We listened to three presentations as we ate some excellent steak
-- or in the case of the vegetarians, pasta. Afterwards it was
chocolate cheesecake, and some parting gifts: a girl bear, some girly
lotions, and Godiva chocolates fit for a queen (are you sensing a
theme here?) My wife cleaned up, but then again, she had to do my
chores while I was off gallivanting.

Took the train back to Poughkeepsie without incident, arriving at
1AM. On Friday, I rode on three more
rail-trails on the way home, making a total of 68 miles between
the two days. Stopped by my mother-in-law's in Glens Falls for
dinner, and headed home.

Cast of Characters

Board our cast of characters in Poughkeepsie (all names are
invented (except Poughkeepsie (nobody would invent that, even in a
work of fiction))):

Adam, a white guy trying to mind his own business.

Flores, a hispanic woman in her 40's sitting by the west window of the train.

Juan, a hispanic man in his 50's sitting opposite Flores by the east window.

Chica, a hispanic girl

Carlita, a hispanic woman in her 30's.

and me, your faithful author.

Act One

Flores and Juan strike up a conversation in Spanish. No problem
with that, except that, Flores being by one window and Juan by the
other, it's a pretty loud conversation. For me, it was moderately
annoying because I only understand about half the words in the
conversation because of my limited Spanish. Equally for me, it was
something that I tolerated because of course there are jerks
everywhere and you can't correct everybody's rudeness.

Obviously Adam didn't feel the same way. He stood up and loudly
asked Flores and Juan "If you're going to keep talking, why don't you
sit next to each other". Flores, who seems like a real loud-mouth no
matter what, immediately instructed Adam to mind his own business.
She loudly claimed that he was only objecting to their loud
conversation because it was in Spanish. Then, in a fit of
thoughtlessness, she accused Adam of being a racist. Heated words
followed and she announced that she didn't want to talk to him
anymore. Poor Juan followed her down the rathole, saying something
like "You're only so mad because you only speak one language"

Act Two

The issue seemed to be settled, when Flores got to her stop.
Obviously she felt she had to put Adam in his place, so she started
things again as she was walking off. Adam pretty much didn't give a
crap, until Chica, walking right behind Flores, spat at Adam. At that
point he demanded a policeman. I don't know what happened to whom,
but the upshot was that the doors of the train stayed shut for about
ten minutes, and when we rolled away, Flores and Chica were still
talking to the police.

The Denouement

So .... you now have all the evidence I have (or can remember; of
course eyewitnesses often disagree on exactly what happened). I
stewed about this for a while, and finally decided that the racist on
the train was .... Flores. Adam didn't say anything to her and Juan,
a hispanic pair, that he wouldn't have said to a pair of white people.
It was simply counter-factual to accuse him of racism. It was
prejudicial of her to interpret as racism his request, no matter how
boldly and perhaps even rudely stated.

So what's a racist? A racist is somebody whose prejudice is based
on race, just like a sexist is somebody whose prejudice is based on
gender. Racism knows no racial bounds, because prejudice is prejudice
no matter who is prejudiced against whom.

So what's the problem here? Is Flores only giving as good as she's
gotten from white folks? Maybe she's bringing emotional baggage to
this play in two acts? Maybe so, but that doesn't stop her from being
wrong. Where she's most wrong is in imputing racism to non-racially
motivated criticism. What she's effectively asking for is a racist
world. One in which everybody stops to consider race before
criticizing somebody. One where people only criticize people of their
own race.

Which brings us to Carlita. When Flores launched into Adam again,
Carlita jumped up and started to give Flores what-for. If f-bombs
were paintballs, Flores would have been black and blue and green and
red all over. "You're the reason why people don't like Mexicans."
Etc. Criticism from somebody of her own race she got in spades.

Nope, Flores didn't want to hear criticism from somebody of her own
race, either.

Tue, 16 Oct 2007

The more influence politicans have to sell, the higher a price they are able to command.

The only solution to this problem is to take power away from politicians. The way you do that is to keep the federal government powerless so that everything not listed in the Constitution is done on the state level. People can pay more attention to more local government, and if it gets really bad, they have the option of switching to a different state's government (by moving).

Politicians will always try to sell their influence. You keep it down to a dull roar by keeping them as powerless as possible.

That means doing less through politics and more through markets. This is good for markets, too, because it forces corporations to look more to their customers and less to politicians.

Thu, 11 Oct 2007

Free markets avoid a whole world of hurt. The invisible fist of
freedom does it for us. When you can't coerce people into buying your
product, or selling you theirs, many bad outcomes simply never happen.

Isn't it great having a big invisible buddy
on your side? Unfortunately, he's easily offended by well-meaning acts of
coercion. If you're not careful, he can invisibly slip away and you
won't realize he's gone until you need him. Just a cautionary note.
Don't assume that free markets will protect you if you've allowed them
to become state-controlled markets.

Fri, 05 Oct 2007

All
thesewords,
and not one mention of the fact that the Constitution doesn't
authorize ANY federal medical funding. Not one dollar. This is a
problem for the states to solve. Clearly the states want to solve it
differently. Fine. Let them. They can tax their own citizens as they
feel appropriate to pay for it.

That's how our government is supposed to work. It creates a free
market in government. Don't like your government? There is no legal
restriction on moving to another state, because you're a citizen of
all of them. No state can stop you from moving in, no state can stop
you from leaving. No franchise possible. Let the best state government
compete for citizens.